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[aphelion-i-c]

doc² yaoi

[minilev]

Quick Gustave before I forget

[retrodisaster]

Happy Year 9 of R6! I compiled some of my favorite moments from the cinematic and the battlepass 🥰

[timpetum]

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[eldritcmor]

I like writing these.

Gaz: I feel like dying.

Storm: you'll have to go to the hangar then.

Gaz: why?

Ghost: eight to ten feet doesn't kill on impact.

Gaz: you've thought about this.

Storm and ghost: of course.

--

Price: why is Storm hanging from the ceiling?

Soap: I think they're trying to move their stash.

Price: Their stash?

Soap: if they don't want to bother anyone, they have stashes of food all over the base. They also have some really cozy spots tucked up in here.

Price: why?

Soap: they hide from people.

--

Graves: Hey doll.

Storm: Ever call me that again and I will knit a sweater from your nervous system.

Soap: Now that. That is a horrifying feeling.

--

Soap: what do we say when someone breaks our heart?

Storm: thank you for the trauma. I need it for my art.

Gaz: no.

Storm: uh I was never good enough to begin with.

Soap: NO!

--

Soap: So storm just walked into the infirmary. Uh willingly.

Gaz: well that's alarming.

Ghost: and concerning. Are you absolutely sure it was willingly?

Soap: no one was with them and they were not restrained in anyway.

Gaz: we should probably call Price, something is wrong with Storm.

--

Storm meeting up with their old squad

Storm: SPOON! FORK!

Spoon and fork: KNIVES!

Storm: where's Alex, rin, and lucid?

Gaz: why do you all call yourselves outside of missions?

Storm: easier to remember than our own names most of the time, also doesn't trigger the oh shit response.

Soap: the oh shit response?

Storm: John Mactsvish!

Soap: *freezes and ducks his head*

Storm: that response.

Ghost: that was rude, Sargeant.

Storm: *freezes and ducks their head* sorry sir.

Gaz: ha!

--

Alejandro: Price, come get your child! *A zoomed in picture of Storm in with a bunch of r6 operators.*

Price: how in the fuck? When did they get to Mexico!

--

Doc: *watching as Storm quietly and efficiently patches and stitches themselves back together.* Why?!

Storm: *shrugging as they tie off the last stitch* no point in goin' if I can do it myself. No need to bother the medics on a simple cut.

Doc: that is not how this relationship should work! At least let me do the bandages!

Storm: no, ya got other folks to tend to doc. Don' worry bout me.

--

[darticous]

[gloomieartnfixation]

@chadillacboseman Your Frenchie, ma'am-

[collinnmckinley]

"We threw everything we had at him, and it was barely enough." - Doc.

[nouveaullo]

i need a doctor 💉

[l3r40l]

Siegetober: days 13-16

[gh0stdogzz]

GIGN operators.

(and also my own version of what I think Rook and Monty look like under the helmets :))

[mrmolmol]

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm hi guys

sorry for being inactive ive been . . . busy

[gloomiebearwritings]

He missed you...

CW: Smut w/ no plot, Minors DNI, reader is GN but mentions of AFAB anatomy. Word count: 600+

A little uhhhh gift for @chadillacboseman (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

He was acting like he was starving having been away for so long, leaving small bruises along your hips and thighs as his hands gripped your bare skin like you’d slip away. The sound of your breathing and his own heart beating were the only two things he could hear, and all he could feel was your warm skin under his palms and lips. 

“Such a sweet thing…”

His voice is wispy and soft, barely audible to you- his lips barely inches away from the tender skin of your inner thigh, having slung your legs over his shoulders. Your mind barely has time to react before you feel his tongue slip between your folds, gently pressing against your clit. His movements were slow against your bundle of nerves as if he was savoring it. 

He wasn’t slowing down, even as you started squirming at his relentless motion- instead holding your hips firmly in place with firm hands. And the more your body moved under his palms he only hummed, quite content with continuing as is.

“Gustave!” Your voice barely breaks through the ringing in your ears as the knot tightens in your gut, your legs quivering against him. Yet his motions continued, your clit tender and sensitive- his motions being just enough to feel good but not enough to make the knot snap. You reached down to run your fingers through his hair, to pull his head up to look at him just to see his love-drunk eyes looking at you- utterly lost in you. He gave you a drunken grin, his hair now a mess in your hand.

“Let me continue, y/n…” 

He breathlessly chuckled, hands gripping your hips, fingertips digging into the soft flesh, “Please let me continue, y/n.”

His voice sounded almost pathetic, like you’d just taken away his most prized possession. After a nod from you, without breaking eye contact he inches closer to your cunt- some of his hair falling to his face again, eyes only slightly obscured as he returns to feasting. 

Returning to the pace he had before he feasted away, still acting like he had been starved for days. Carefully bringing one hand down from your hip and gently running his fingers along your folds under his tongue, letting them get slick before pushing two into your entrance. 

The sounds that fell from your mouth made his cock ache, and it felt just oh so good. It was such a perfect torture to him, feeling your walls squeeze around his fingers as the knot tightened again in your gut- the way your hips shifted and squirmed under his hand, and the way your thighs held his head so firmly in place. 

His persistence led to your knot getting tighter and tighter until he pressed against just the right spot, the knot snapping as he increased his speed to help you ride it out before he dared move away. 

As your pleasure melted into a cloud of fuzzy feelings he stood up, pushing you further up the bed enough to bring himself onto it. Leaning over you, his hair still a mess, he smiled- slowing your breath quickly coming to a halt as he brought the head of his cock to your folds. The sudden yet slight over-stimulation makes your haze clear enough to see his face clearly.

His eyes were heavy lidded, locked onto how easily his tip slid between your folds, and just how your entrance swallowed his tip. The sensation of being inside you luring a long, soft groan from him.

As he pushes deeper he leans over you and whispers as softly as he can despite the shaking in his voice, “I just want to hear you sing just a little bit more…”

[retrodisaster]

My theory 🤔

[shegetsburned]

“No one remembers who comes in second.”

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